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got shower stalls available or you could draw her a bath, too.”
    Reese frowned at his partner. Belatedly, he released Moira’s hand, then fell into step beside her as the three of them headed for the front steps of the building. “Don’t pay any attention to him, he’s a barbarian.”
    In a way, the description fit, she thought. Shaw Cavanaugh did have a little of the barbarian in him. And it was damn sexy at that. “I know all about Shaw Cavanaugh.”
    “Oh?” Surprised, Reese looked from Moira to Shaw. “Did I miss something?”
    Moira gave Shaw first chance to say something. When he didn’t, she was more than happy to fill the other detective in. “I went to school here for five months. Shaw was in my class.”
    Reese looked accusingly at Shaw. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
    Shaw yanked the door open. He didn’t bother looking at Reese. “I didn’t know.”
    Thunderstruck, Reese could only stare at Moira. “How could you not know?”
    Shaw walked into the building ahead of the other two. This had the makings of a very long day. “Can we just get started?” he growled.
    Reese inclined his head conspiratorially toward Moira. “My partner’s kind of grumpy until he has his morning coffee.”
    “He’s had his morning coffee,” Moira told him. Her remark was met with more surprise. She held up two fingers. “Two cups.”
    Again, Reese’s brown eyes slid from the back of Shaw’s head to Moira’s face. “And you’d know this how?”
    “She made it,” Shaw tossed over his shoulder as he headed for the stairwell and the second-floor squad room where he clocked in every morning.
    This was almost too much to digest. “You made his coffee?” Reese’s voice was filled with wonder and a touch of envy. “Why?”
    She hurried up the metal stairs behind Shaw. “I wanted some, too.”
    Reese reached the landing with her. “Can we start at the beginning here?”
    As Shaw held open the door, she walked out onto the second floor and to what appeared to be an audience that had been milling around for a while now, waiting for her to make an appearance. Her eyes swept over the crowd and she smiled at every last one of them.
    “We’ve got all day,” she told Reese cheerfully.
    Shaw’s look only grew darker.

    The morning had been filled with details and phone calls he wouldn’t allow her to overhear. She’d spent it talking to some of the other detectives and waiting for some sign that Shaw and Reese were about to spring into action.
    When they started to walk out, she hurried to catch up. Reese looked happy about it. Shaw did not.
    They were on their way to check out a tip. Despite what his uncle had said, despite the agreement the city and Moira’s studio had reached, Shaw was against her tagging along. As far as he was concerned, having Moira there put all of their lives in danger. Especially hers.
    He gave her as few details as he could get away with. They were going to check out a pornography store downtown. Someone had tipped them off that there was a distant connection between the owner and the prostitution ring they were trying to bring down.
    When he pulled up to the curb, he grabbed Moira’s wrist as she started to unbuckle her seat belt. She raised her eyes to his face questioningly. “I want you to stay in the car.”
    She felt a flash of temper, but banked it down. “But how am I going to see you in action if I have to stay in the car?”
    He got out, slamming the door. The look he gave her pinned her to her seat. “Use your imagination.”
    Moira frowned. “I could have stayed in the hotel and done that.”
    “Now there’s an idea.”
    Moira turned her eyes toward her only ally. Reese was quick to pick up the banner. “She’s got a point, Shaw. Why don’t you let her come along?”
    This was nonnegotiable. “She’s a civilian and she could get hurt. She stays where she is.”
    Fun was fun, but this was getting in the way of her research. “But—”
    He decided to try to